20
Sarah
I get ready to go to the airport in the wee hours of the morning. It’s for early that it’s still dark. Checking my watch, I hum to myself a bit.
Mellie has thirty minutes before I really have to wake her up. That’s plenty of time, right?
Loading my things into the back of the van, I close the doors and lean against the vehicle. The house looms large in front of me, reminding me of all the things that have happened to me since I got here.
Reminding me of Smith. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. My throat feels swollen suddenly, as if too many things need to escape at once. I feel tears prick the corners of my eyes.
The front door opens. I raise my eyebrows. At first, the only things that appear are a dozen long stem red roses. Then the figure holding them materializes se
